(A/N) So, as promised, this 3rd chapter is about the letters from Eragon's parents. Some parts I have had to take from the book because I could not describe it any better than the way CP did. I will tell you which part is from the book so there is no plagiarism. Most are my ideas incorporated in the story.
*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*I am proud to say that the spell written is directly translated into the Ancient Language, following rules in word order, and others. *!*!*!*!*!*!*!*
If you have read the books then you know who his father is but, there is a twist that you may not like, but it doesn't really affect the story. I am unsure as to whether I will do a chapter from Arya's POV but I will decide nearer the time.
DISCLAIMER NOTE: CHARACTERS YOU RECOGNISE ARE FROM THE BOOKS AND ARE NOT CREATED BY ME. ALL OF THE THINGS YOU RECOGNISE ARE CREATED BY CHRISTOPHER PAOLINI!
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I think this will be a long chapter, so brace yourselves. Now, on with the story.
Chapter 3 - The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth
Eragon was still deep in his thoughts of Arya when Saphira awoke.
"Little one, why is it you torture yourself so much?"
"You wouldn't understand. Except for you, Roran and Katrina, she is all I have left."
Saphira snorted, with a small flame coming out and almost burning down the tree house. "Actually, I would, I am in the same position remember? I am the last free dragon of all Alagaesia, the last female of my kind."
"I'm sorry Saphira; I guess I'm feeling rather lonely."
"Come along little one, we must visit our masters."
"Of course."
Eragon jumped onto Saphira's saddle and she thrust with her mighty legs and they set off. Her claws brushed the crowns of the large evergreen trees, and she was tickled by the tips on the hard parts of her paws. Almost camouflaged, the houses of Ellesméra were hard to see and could probably only be seen by elvin eye, and Eragon could barely see them as they were quite close, it's no wonder Galbatorix never found them. He could see small elvin children, as uncommon as they were, playing amongst the trees, and they glanced up in awe to see the great sapphire dragon glistening in the morning sun.
As Saphira tilted her wings, he could just make out in the distance, the Crags of Tel'naeír, which dropped over a thousand feet to the forest at the base of the bare white cliff, and extended a league in either direction. As they approached, they caught sight of a large, shining, iridescent and golden dragon, who was sat comfortably between two trees, keeping in the shade, and cleaning his long talons. As they curved around, Eragon shifted his gaze to his long ivory teeth, as thick as Eragon's chest, his wings, soft and folded like tanned leather, with spikes perched on the ends like scythes, emphasising his greatness yet ferocity, especially by his size.
Saphira landed beside her master, waiting for Eragon to enter the house to talk with Oromis-Elda about finalising their training. As Eragon dismounted, for a moment he compared his dragon to his master's. Glaedr's long, muscled tail was longer than the whole of Saphira's body. Both dragons had grown to perfection, excluding Glaedr's stump of a foreleg, which was lost during the fall.
To his surprise, his master was perched in a small tree in the distance, and he gracefully glided down and walked towards Eragon.
"Come, sit." Oromis' hand referring to a small table and two chairs positioned on the western side of Glaedr, as elvin traditions, it was made of wood, carved to give a natural look, yet it gave no splinters. They sat and Eragon placed his fingers to his lips "There are no need for such formalities, yet it is pleasing to know you are well accustomed to the ways of the elves. Welcome to Ellesméra, Eragon-Finiarel. And you as well Saphira Brightscales, welcome. Welcome, both of you."
"Master, I had this dream." Eragon explained his dream of the previous night to his master, not leaving out anything, and going into the finest details.
"Ah, I thought this day was approaching." Oromis walked off into the trees, gesturing for Eragon to stay put, and with him he took a small spade like tool. Moments later, his master returned with a small box, and handed it to Eragon. "Inside I was told there are gifts from your parents and two letters from them also. One thing I must ask is that you read your mothers first, and then your fathers. This is of the upmost importance."
Eragon opened the box slowly, and only found one letter. He gave his master a questioning look.
"Ah, amusing. It seems your father enchanted it so the objects would appear in the order he wanted. It must be important."
Eragon looked at the letter. His name was written in a perfect, swirly piece of calligraphy. He smiled, the scent was of crushed pinecones, his mothers scent was slightly different to Arya's, and nowhere near as sweet. He opened it cautiously; careful not to tear it as it was the only thing he had from his mother.
Dear Eragon, if you are reading this, I am long gone. I wish, my son, that I could have spent all of my time with you and your father but, it wasn't to be. I must tell you of your father, your half brother, and another child...
"Oromis-Elda, my mother tells me that I have a half brother, yet that would mean that Morzan is not my father, as Murtagh told me. But I know he wasn't lying as he said so in the Ancient Language."
Oromis paused. He then said hesitantly, "You are right. Your father is most definitely not Morzan. However, you will find out who he is, and it is not my place to tell you, as I am bound by the Ancient Language. Also, if Murtagh believes that you are full brothers, then the Ancient Language would let him say so, as a dwarf will swear in the Ancient Language that their Gods are real, yet that might not be true either. Do not let the Ancient Language misguide you, as another example, one may believe they do not love another, so they may say so in the Ancient Language but that does not mean they do not, it only means that they have not realised that they are, in fact, in love with another... Continue reading, your questions will be answered."
I shall tell you from the beginning, as it will make more sense.
The first thing you must know is that I am an elf, from Osilon. My mother was ashamed, and she gave me to two humans who couldn't bear a child themselves, and who raised me in the town of Carvahall. By magic, my mother bewitched my adopted parents, so they and those they knew would believe it was their child, and created memories of her pregnancy and giving birth. She cast a spell upon me, to hide my elvin features and traits, so it appeared that I was human.
I found out at fifteen of my being an elf, because my mother placed a memory that only unlocked when I was fifteen. I told no-one, in fear of my life.
At the age of twenty, I fell in love with a member of the Forsworn, his name Morzan. He convinced me that some people were evil, so must be eradicated. He told me false stories that made me deep in hatred of these people, and trained me as an assassin. In turn, I became the first member of the Black Hand. I killed countless numbers of people, in belief that they were evil. Soon, I became pregnant, but it was not on the hand of Morzan, but the Leader of the Varden's right hand man. To this day, I cannot remember his name, but, in fear of the child's life I took rash actions, however, to this day I do not regret them.
The child was half elvin, and by this time, I knew he would be used as a tool of war. At this time I found myself in love with another, Brom of Kuasta. He suggested I save the child of a slave that Morzan raped, as slave children are killed. This child was son of Morzan so he would not question my infidelity. Brom then took my child to my adopted brother Garrow and his wife Marian. They too, were unable to bear a child so Brom did unto them what my mother did unto my adopted parents. However, he did not know how to hide the child's elvin features, so he simply bewitched everyone around him so they could not see them.
I named my child Roran.
I named the slaves child Murtagh. One day, when Murtagh was five, Morzan suspected the slave child wasn't his. But I told him in the Ancient Language that he was. I was, however, too late. He had already thrown his sword, Zar'roc, at the child with dark magic. He managed to stop it, but it had already made a deep cut in the child's skin. Morzan managed to heal it but it made a large scar across Murtagh's back.
Two years after I gave birth to Roran (and brought back Murtagh) I found out that I was pregnant again. This child was an elf, as his father was an elf too, Brom, the gardener spy, who I fell in love with, was your father, Eragon. This time I knew that you being an elf, and the way Morzan treated Murtagh, I had to get you away, without Morzan finding out. So, after four months of pregnancy, I fled to the place I knew well, Carvahall. During my time there, I was looked after by Marian and Garrow, and bonded with Roran, my son, who they thought was their own. Then, I had you. I hid your elvin features and abilities until you summoned them yourself, the day you finally needed them. The spell is 'Eka aí unin älfa, losna iet wyrda! Brakka du vanyali sem huildar eka!' (I am elf, release my fate! Release the magic that holds me!)
Before I left, I also hid Roran's features and abilities, yet he will never be able to summon his features, as I did the spell wrong. He will, however, have the skills of an elf. You need to say this spell, and cast it upon him, as he cannot do it himself, and then he will be able to use magic, amongst other things. 'Gath un reisa iet Vinr Älfakyn! Sé orúm fricai hávr sharjalví älfa!' (Unite and raise my elf friend! May this friend have elf movement!)
Good Luck, my son. Wiol ono, wiol pömnuria ilian. (For you, for my happiness)
Eragon was shocked. Brom? Brom is my father?
SHOCKER! I am so glad that i finished that, but i really wanted to get brom's in. Well ill give you a long chapter tomorrow, but it could be 2 days from now, depending on the length of it.
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